Football: Starting with the Crescent Moon Slash

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[Great steal! They snatched the ball right back from Tabata's feet!]

Is this what they call overwhelming basketball IQ? It turns out Jiang Shen predicted everything all along!

[Just now you passed me, now I'm snatching you away—Jiang Yan really taught Tabata a lesson today!]

[I, Jiang Yan, am the number 10 for the national football team. What number 10 are you? (Leans back)]

……

Jiang Yan dribbled the ball and sprinted forward.

At this point, Qatar's defense had already deployed five players in close formation.

"Although Jiang Yan completely dominated the opponent's number 10 in a one-on-one situation, Qatar's defense has also taken shape!"

"This is not good news for Jiang Yan. His previous S-curve shots will probably not be successful so easily anymore."

"From this position, passing might be a better option..."

"Wait, why is he still charging forward!"

"Isn't he a midfielder?!"

Jiang Yan ventured alone into Qatar's restricted area.

As for the other teammates, they were ignored by the Qatari players.

Instead of defending against them, we should focus on this most threatening point.

After all, everyone already knows that Wu Lei didn't block the shot when he had a one-on-one opportunity.

"Jiang Yan dribbled past a defender with a fried meatball!"

"Another defender is closing in! What should Jiang Yan do?"

With a gentle flick of the outside of his foot, the ball arced around the defender, and he executed a graceful turn, bypassing the defender as well.

"Ber... Bergkamp?"

"Jiang Yan executed a Bergkamp-esque turn! He dribbled past the ball! There was a wide-open space in front of him!"

"Jiang Yan is facing the goalkeeper directly!"

……

In the stands, tens of thousands of Chinese fans held their breath. If the ball went in, both sides would be back on equal footing, and everything would start anew.

If they fail to advance, Qatar will regroup and it will be another round of offensive and defensive maneuvers.

Time is running out for the Chinese team; they can't afford to waste a single opportunity!

Not only those at the stadium, but also fans who couldn't attend for various reasons watched on TV, all eagerly anticipating Jiang Yan's goal.

……

Facing Jiang Yan's single-handed attack.

The goalkeeper decisively rushed out of his goal, trying to intercept the ball before the opponent could shoot.

Jiang Yan merely glanced up, his steps unchanged, and lightly flicked his right foot.

Lob shot!

The ball sailed past the goalkeeper's fingertips, tracing a gentle yet deadly arc.

Falling into emptiness!

"Goal!!!!!"

"2:2!!!"

"It's level! China, trailing 0-2, has equalized through Jiang Yan's two consecutive goals!!"

The entire stadium exploded at that moment.

A giant red wave swept across the entire venue.

All the Chinese fans roared wildly, their voices deafening.

"What kind of script is this?!"

"Jiang Yan, a god descended to earth! Two goals in ten minutes, twice single-handedly breaking through the enemy's defenses! Swift as a shooting star! He utterly routed the Qatari team!"

Holy crap, 666666!!!

[Could it be that my Chinese team's victory means I'm really going to make a killing?!?]

[I knew it! Trusting Jiang Shen was the right thing to do!]

[Jiang Shen! Keep going!!! One more! Two! Three! Four!!!]

Jiang Yan didn't celebrate; he simply pointed at his teammates.

The meaning is very simple:

Go back, it's not over yet.

He wants more than just to even the score.

What he sought was to overtake, to win, and for the Chinese team to qualify standing up!

……

The replay of Jiang Yan's goal was played over and over again.

The fans were utterly shocked by Jiang Yan.

It's often said that football is a team sport.

But Jiang Yan's behavior was clearly the epitome of individual heroism!

Their opponent is Qatar, who have won all seven of their matches!

He single-handedly broke through twice, creating two goals, achieving a 100% goal conversion rate!

……

Sidelines.

Gao Hongbo's smile was almost impossible to suppress.

Who would have thought that a coach who was just a second-time replacement would encounter a max-level player!

"My damn career luck! How should I brag about it later...?"

Before Qatar's coaching staff could recover from the first goal, China's second goal followed.

"Are we playing against Messi?"

The assistant coach next to him shook his head.

Daniel Carreno even hallucinated, seeing superstars like Bergkamp, ​​Iniesta, Carlos, and Makelele standing behind Jiang Yan.

"This Asian has absorbed the best of many schools of thought. In the future, he may become a player even more terrifying than Messi and Ronaldo."

……

After witnessing such a thrilling equalizer, the Chinese national football team players wanted to go forward and celebrate.

But upon seeing Jiang Yan's gesture, no one dared to step forward and could only silently retreat to their own half of the field.

Who would have thought that a group of veteran national team players would be so thoroughly defeated by a rookie?

Gradually, this became an amusing anecdote about the Chinese national football team.

Jiang Yan single-handedly suppressed the national football team players; Wu Lei: I thought he was here to assist me.

the other side.

Tabata, the senior member of the Qatari national team, was cheering on his teammates from the sidelines.

"Cheer up! We've already qualified. In the next match, we need to play our own game, show our fighting spirit! At the very least, we can't let them score again!"

"We can't let them score again?"

Upon hearing this, the Qatari players couldn't help but look towards the red figure in the opponent's half of the field.

"Is it really... possible?"

The Qatari players were gradually enveloped in a gloomy mood, a gloom named Jiang Yan.

Clearly, Qatar's momentum has been affected.

……

The match has resumed.

Qatar continued their relentless attack after kicking off.

On the sidelines, Gao Hongbo raised his arms and shouted, "Give the ball to Jiang Yan!"

Even the assistant coach standing nearby couldn't help but say, "Coach Gao, you've said that countless times today..."

"Yes, but our tactic is to pass the ball to Jiang Yan."

"Actually, I feel that I could be the head coach too."

……

Time passed by, second by second.

The Shaanxi Gymnasium in Xi'an is becoming increasingly magnificent.

Some fans even took off their shirts and pounded the drums with all their might.

"Jiang Yan! Knock knock knock!"

"Jiang Yan! Knock knock knock!"

"Jiang Yan! Knock knock knock!"

After witnessing Jiang Yan's two solo runs across thousands of miles, the fans at the scene already understood.

Jiang Yan is the only one who can save Chinese football.

Feeling the cheers and heartfelt support from the fans, he ran tirelessly to cover for the other players on the national team.

Fortunately, through his experience in La Liga, he has mastered the art of seamlessly integrating and utilizing the three skills of "God's-eye view," "one-on-one defense," and "tackling."

In addition, his exceptional positioning allows him to appear in the positions that Qatari players fear most.

For a full ten minutes, Qatar failed to create any decent attacking opportunities.

"It feels like Qatar's attack has weakened, and they seem to have lost the sharpness they had in the first 60 minutes."

"That's normal. After all, stamina will eventually run out. With the current stamina, it's not enough to maintain the five-man attack that worked in the first half."

"No," Zhan Jun shook his head, "It's Jiang Yan."

After hearing Zhan Jun's words, He Wei observed carefully and then suddenly realized what was going on.

"So that's how it is! Jiang Shen has been cleaning up after the other players! And he always manages to appear in the opponent's attacking path, intercepting the attack in advance!"

"China is incredibly fortunate to have a player like Jiang Yan!"

"No, look!"

"Jiang Yan made the steal!"

"China's counterattack has begun!"